With Death Comes...

With Death Comes...

With Death

Comes appreciation

Of the finer things.

That are often not

Fully realised in life.

There's a kind of

Strange irony

At play

When one considers

The truth of this.

Are we all doomed?

Not to appreciate

The beauty

Of something

Until it has gone?

Or, is the realisation

Of this fault in our nature

The first step in appreciating

That, that we do have,

When we have it?

S. Camplin